(Yuuta Pov)
I ran.
Not just ran—I fled like my life depended on every step. Maybe it did. After everything that happened—the dragon queen, her threats, that child calling me "Papa"—my mind was barely holding itself together. I wasn't running to college.
I was running away from Erza… and toward the only excuse I had left to survive another year.
By the time the college gates came into view, my lungs were burning and sweat soaked through my shirt. My legs trembled violently, but I forced myself forward. Somehow, I made it inside.
No magic.
No dragons.
No supernatural pressure crushing my chest.
Just… normal students. Normal noise. The normal world I was desperately trying to cling to.
Thank god.
I walked through the hallway, trying to control my breathing, pretending I didn't just sprint across half the city like a hunted animal. Still, I felt eyes on me. Students whispering behind my back, glancing quickly before looking away.
"…Huh?" I muttered. "What's wrong with them?"
I brushed past them, ignoring the uneasy looks, until I caught my reflection in the glass panel near my classroom.
And my stomach dropped.
My contact lenses were gone.
"How—?" The panic hit instantly.
Then the memory slammed into me with brutal clarity:
Erza's hand wrapped around my throat, lifting me off the ground. My struggle. Her inhuman strength. The pressure. The cold. The fear.
I must've lost them then.
Now I had no choice. My natural eyes—those crimson, unnatural eyes—were exposed. If anyone looked closely…
I inhaled sharply, forcing myself to keep walking.
Just get through the day. Avoid everyone. No eye contact. No questions.
When I stepped into the classroom, the usual voices washed over me—laughs, arguments, someone telling a story loudly. My friends waved from the back, expecting me to join them like always.
But I kept my head down and walked, slipping into my seat before anyone could call out my name.
I could feel their confusion. Their stares. Their questions hovering in the air.
But I didn't look up.
I took my seat on the last bench, right by the window.
I always sat on the last bench. People thought it was because I liked sleeping or avoiding teachers, but the truth was simpler—and more painful.
My red eyes which has unique pupil.
This stupid red tint that never goes away even if I wear Contact lense.
Most students joked about it, calling me "devil eyes" or "cursed brat." I laughed along with them, played the clown of the class, made stupid jokes… anything to keep them from seeing how much it actually hurt.
But deep inside, the fear never left me.
The fear of being labeled a demon.
The fear that one day the jokes would turn into something far worse.
So I stayed in the back—close enough to watch the world, far enough to not be its target.
But there is one more thing to..
From there, I could secretly admire my crush in peace.
There she was—Fiona.
Black hair tied in a lazy bun. Amber eyes that seemed to glow when sunlight hit them. Elegant, quiet, always with her nose in a book.
She was the kind of girl who looked like she belonged in a painting, not in a noisy college.
And me?
Well… I had plans. Dozens of confession plans. Written, revised, rehearsed in front of mirrors. All useless now.
Because just as I was building up courage, she came into my life.
That damn lizard...(Dragon)
Ugly. Obnoxious. Terrifying.
...Okay, maybe not ugly.
She's kinda—no, exactly my type.
Tall. Strong. Wild. Sharp-eyed.
Crap. Focus, idiot! Not the time to question your tastes.
I shook the thoughts out of my head and opened my notebook.
Maybe I should just focus on getting through today.
Then—our eyes met.
Fiona's.
She looked directly at me.
For a moment, everything inside me went still.
The noise of the class faded. The movement around me blurred.
It felt as if someone had pressed a cold hand against my spine.
Fiona…
The girl I used to like.
The girl who could read people too well.
The girl who wasn't supposed to look at me today of all days.
My friends nudged me from the side, whispering with poorly hidden excitement.
"Bro, she's looking at you."
"You should talk to her."
Their voices barely reached me.
They didn't know.
They couldn't know.
How could I even face her like this?
Inside, my thoughts spiraled into a quiet, suffocating panic.
How am I supposed to talk to her now?
I can't meet anyone's eyes—especially hers.
And even if I could… what would I even say?
That I woke up with a woman claiming to be my wife? That she tried to kill me? That a child is calling me 'Papa'?
That my eyes—my real eyes—are exposed?
No.
I couldn't talk to anyone.
Not Fiona.
Not my friends.
Not today.
As I tried to steady my breathing, a cold sweat trickled down my neck. My palms tightened around the edge of my desk. If Fiona looked too closely, she would notice the color in my eyes. She always noticed things other people missed.
Her gaze didn't feel curious.
It felt… searching.
Before anything could escalate—before she could stand, approach, or speak—the classroom door slid open.
Our teacher walked in.
Conversation died instantly.
Fiona looked away.
And I finally exhaled.
But the tension in my chest didn't ease.
Because for the first time in my life…
I was terrified that someone I cared about might discover what I really was.
Sir: "Alright, settle down. Today, we'll be learning how to prepare French-style roast chicken."
The moment the word chicken left his mouth, a heavy pulse shot through my chest—
a memory from just two hours ago.
Erza… Elena…
Even with that woman's terrifying power, even with the way she nearly crushed my throat, she had shown one weakness—
the food I made.
And Elena… my little girl… she had clapped, smiled, and eaten with a joy I'd never seen in any human.
If I could learn this, if I could cook something even more delicious…
maybe—
just maybe—
I could buy myself a little more time to live.
I straightened my back, forcing myself to focus.
I have one year. One year to stay alive. One year to convince her not to kill me. One year to earn my right to breathe.
I wrote quickly, determined:
Notes:
– Use extra butter.
– Whole chicken or bone-in pieces only.
– Rub thoroughly—every surface.
– Garlic, rosemary, thyme. Lemon slices if possible.
– Roast at 200°C until golden.
– No oil in the pan.
As I scribbled, a whisper slipped through the classroom.
"Did you see his eyes…?"
"He looks like a demon."
"Those can't be real, right? Must be some weird red contacts."
"I can't believe I used to have a crush on him… look at him. He's so creepy."
Their voices tasted familiar.
I'd heard them my whole life.
Fear. Disgust. Distance.
I lowered my gaze, letting my hair fall forward to hide the crimson glint.
I knew this would happen, I reminded myself.
This is why I never wanted anyone to see my real eyes.
I knew they would hate me.
Humans always did.
My contact lenses were gone.
I had no shield left.
I expected this.
I always expected this.
Society hated what they didn't understand.
What didn't fit their world.
What didn't look like them.
But then I remember, Elena My child, She had never looked at me with fear.
Her small hands had touched my face without hesitation.
Her little voice had whispered papa with trust.
Erza, for all her cold cruelty, had never mocked the way I looked. She treated me like a nuisance, a weakling, an annoyance…
but never like a monster.
Humans, though…
they didn't even hesitate.
I swallowed the bitterness building in my throat and tightened my grip on the pen.
It's fine. It doesn't matter. Focus. Live.
But just as my pen reached the next line—
A voice pierced the air—soft, high, and painfully familiar.
"Papa…? Where are you…?"
My hand froze above the notebook.
The pen slipped from my fingers and hit the desk with a dull clatter.
No.
This couldn't be happening.
Not here.
Not in front of my classmates.
Not in the one place where I was still pretending to be normal.
I turned my head slowly, praying I was imagining it.
But then—
She walked in.
Erza.
Tall. Cold. Regal. Her white hair trailing behind her like winter wind. Her presence alone shifted the air, pressing down on the room like an invisible weight. She didn't belong in this world, and yet she stood there as if she owned everything her eyes touched.
The students went still.
Whispers rose like uneasy wind.
"Who… who is she?"
"Is she a model?"
"Why does she look like she stepped out of a royal drama?"
"How is her hair that white…?"
No one dared speak louder than that.
No one dared move.
Erza didn't acknowledge them.
Her gaze swept across the room—cold, sharp, searching.
And then another set of footsteps.
Small. Light.
Elena.
She stepped inside the classroom with her little hands clutched nervously in front of her, eyes wide as she scanned the sea of strangers.
"Mama… where's Papa?"
That single sentence shattered whatever composure the room had left.
All eyes turned—not to her, not to Erza—but to the teacher standing at the front.
He blinked, paling.
"S-Sir… are you… married?" a student whispered.
"What?!" the teacher choked. "N-No! I don't— I'm not— I don't even have a girlfriend!"
"Then whose child is she?!"
"Someone here is a father!"
The room was spiraling into confusion, questions bouncing off the walls.
And I—
I was already halfway under my desk.
My pulse hammered against my ribs. My lungs tightened until I could barely breathe.
She promised me one year. One year to live.
Why is she here? Why now?
If Erza had come in anger…
If her mana surged, even a little…
Everyone in this room would die before they realized what killed them.
I curled further beneath the desk, hiding my face behind my arms. My mind raced, begging for a way to disappear.
I couldn't die here.
Not in front of Fiona.
Not in front of everyone who already looked at me like something dangerous.
Then—
A soft sound.
Sniffing.
Light footsteps approaching the desks.
And finally, a quiet but crystal-clear voice:
"Papa… why are you hiding?"
A silence fell so deep it rang in my ears.
Every breath in the room stopped.
Someone whispered, voice trembling:
"Did… did she just say… Papa?"
I forced myself to look up.
Slowly.
Helplessly.
Every single person in the classroom was staring at me.
Some in shock.
Some in disbelief.
Some recording everything with shaking hands.
"Yuuta… you… you have a child…?"
"You're married…?"
"How…? When…?"
Whispers erupted into a storm—phones raised, gasps echoing, the entire class collapsing into chaos.
And standing at the center of that storm—
Fiona.
Fiona stood there, trembling. Her fingers clutched the silver locket she had once entrusted to me—the one she said she only gave to people she believed in.
Her voice cracked.
"Yuuta… how could you?"
I swallowed hard. My throat felt like sandpaper.
"Fiona, please. It's not what you think. Listen to me—"
"You betrayed me," she whispered, stepping back as if my presence itself burned her. "All this time… all this time I trusted you."
"What are you even saying?" My voice rose without meaning to. "You rejected me. Every time. You said, 'Do it properly if you're serious.' So I—"
"So you went and married someone else?" she snapped, eyes shining with disbelief and pain. "Was I just a joke to you?"
Her words hit deeper than any spear Erza could summon.
But before I could breathe, before I could defend myself—
Erza's presence crushed the air.
She stepped forward, silent, effortless, her footsteps echoing like a queen arriving to pass judgement. Students shrank away instinctively. Even Fiona froze, terror and awe battling in her eyes.
I felt my rage, my humiliation, my desperation—all of it vanish the moment Erza's cold aura touched me.
Fear replaced everything.
She approached like a predator who had already marked her prey.
I forced my voice out, barely steady.
"L-Listen… my queen… you're royal blood, a Dragon Queen. You said— you promised—one year. You promised you wouldn't kill me…"
She didn't blink.
Didn't slow.
Those purple eyes were empty of mercy.
And then she spoke, her voice calm… too calm.
"Honey," she said quietly, "I came because I was afraid you might run away and leave me alone."
I stiffened. My blood turned to ice.
"What is this tone?" I whispered. "And what do you mean by 'run away'…?"
She leaned close—close enough that her breath brushed my ear.
"I placed a curse on your neck. If you try to leave me, or even think of escaping"—her voice dropped lower—"the ice will burst through your spine and shatter your head."
My entire body went numb.
"Y-Yes," I managed to say, my voice barely human. "Yes… darling."
She stepped back. Her eyes flicked around the classroom before returning to me.
"How can you stay here," she asked, "while I am waiting for us at home?"
Gasps broke through the room.
"Did he just say home?"
"They live together?!"
My friend? Already passed out in his chair like a ghost escaped his body.
Strangely, no one commented on the fact that Erza and Elena had horns and wings. Probably some weird magical concealment—because to them, she just looked like a jaw-dropping model and Elena like the cutest kid on earth.
Even our teacher looked like he was on the verge of passing out.
Then—
Elena walked forward, confused.
"Daddy… is Elena not cute? Why are this human looking like that? Did Mama and I do something bad…?"
My heart cracked.
I knelt down, took her hand gently, and patted her head.
"No, my princess. They're just shocked. Because they didn't think it was possible for someone to be this cute."
She beamed. My heart almost exploded.
Click. Click.
Phones.
So many phones.
They were taking pictures of me.
Of Erza.
Of us.
Erza's face flushed slightly at my compliment—but of course, she quickly turned away with her usual cold tone.
"I'll head home now. Sorry for causing trouble, Idoit mortal."
I didn't even think. It just slipped out.
"Be careful on the way."
She paused. Just for a second.
Then she left.
And once the door closed—
All hell broke loose.
The class turned on me like wolves eyeing their prey.
The moment Erza and Elena left, I thought the chaos was over.
I was wrong.
Very wrong.
Before I could even catch my breath, a group of girls—led by Fiona herself—cornered me like I was the final boss in a dating sim gone horribly wrong.
They didn't drag me.
No.
They escorted me with cold smiles and glowing eyes full of murder.
I was guided—politely, terrifyingly—into the home economics storage room. The lights flickered. The air smelled like bleach and broken dreams.
They sat me down on a chair.
Then they tied me.
Again.
> "This feels excessive," I muttered.
Fiona stood directly in front of me, arms crossed, lips pursed, eyes wet.
The other girls flanked her like magical girl generals about to summon a divine punishment beam.
> "Yuuta," one said, voice sharp, "care to explain?"
> "Yeah," another added. "That was your kid, right? And that… woman?"
> "You're twenty," a third hissed. "Do you even realize what that implies?! If she's four then you… you had her at fifteen?!"
> "Wait, no—sixteen."
> "Still illegal!"
My hands went up instinctively.
> "She's not biologically mine! I mean, Yes biologically it just....I didn't— It's complicated! She's from another world and—"
I froze.
Too much.
Too fast.
They squinted.
"Another world?"
"Did he just say fantasy drama logic?"
"Is this a roleplay thing?"
"Wait… is he delusional?"
"Remember, She did mention that she will be staying in this home for while."
I cleared my throat.
> "She's from my hometown. Rural area. She just talks weird, okay?"
Fiona stepped forward. Her voice shook.
> "Yuuta… I trusted you."
My mouth went dry. "You… trusted me?"
> "I liked you," she whispered. "Even when you were weird and creepy. Even when you kept staring at me from the back bench with those red eye."
> "I—I did not stare! I was… observing and those eye were Contact lenses!"
> "You could've told me," she said. "Before getting married."
Married?! I was barely keeping my sanity intact!
> "You rejected me six times!" I blurted. "Each time you said, 'Try something unique.' I got married by accident and now you're jealous?!"
Dead silence.
One of the girls muttered, "Wait. He… confessed?"
Another girl checked her notes. "Six times. Confirmed."
Fiona's face turned red. "That's not the point! You were supposed to do something cool! Not suddenly have a fantasy wife and daughter!"
The others tried to calm her down.
> "Fiona, breathe…"
> "We still don't know if this is real…"
> "Maybe it's just Drama to avoid Fiona attention?"
I sat there, tied to a chair, while a classroom-wide emotional lawsuit was being filed against me.
Eventually, Fiona wiped her eyes and stepped back.
The other girls gave me one last long stare.
Then, slowly… they untied me.
> "You're free to go," one said.
> "For now," another added darkly.
> "We'll be watching."
I stepped out of the room like a prisoner on parole, heart pounding, soul limping.
Finally. Peace.
Until I turned the corner—
And got kidnapped by the boys.
Again.
Why nowwwww Seriously, You fucking Lizard Queen.
I am going to take revenge my mark word.!
Erza and Elena strolled down the sidewalk like nothing had happened.
Elena hummed softly, swinging her arms.
Erza glanced back at the classroom window, smiled faintly, and whispered to herself:
"This is my revenge, mortal husband… tease me again, and I'll bring the whole kingdom next time."
"Now I've made it clear to everyone that you belong to me."
She let out a quiet, evil laugh.
"Hahahaha…"
And with that, the Queen and Princess walked off into the sunset…
Leaving Yuuta behind to deal with the wreckage they called "a normal school visit."